| Get on up to get down
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| And really go to town
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| And don’t stop till you get enough
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| I wanna rock with you
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| Shake your stuff
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| Shake your stuff
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| Yo Yo, Doctor
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| Everybody hit the floor
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| Wild out till the security hit the door
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| I’m dirty
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| Gorilla paws, bang sugar walls
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| Hoes wanna pop E, hang with a Dogg
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| I told my man Snoop
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| She salmonilla
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| Got a ho with no dough with condoms with her
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| I’m a ride to the death of Def Squad on my chest
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| Look at it crook at it
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| Rob you and jet
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| Surprise you and flex
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| Funk in the Cadillac truck with a chicken, bobbing her neck
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| You done woke up and ain’t trying to sleep
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| You done called up Hugh Heffer to find the freaks
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| I’mma stay on the street
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| I’mma stay saying 'f*ck you' behind police
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| My mamma ain’t raise no fool, she love me
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| That’s why she hide my tool inside her room
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| I’m a jump, bump, throw that a*s
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| Rough sex, I gotta fuck with shoulder pads
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| I’m like baby powder, ain’t nann 'nother
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| Ain’t nann ho getting Redman butter
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| And my man Gutter, DJ Murder Inc.
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| Ja know them hoes yo we can’t love 'em
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| Underground the heat yeah I stay buzzing
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| Mixtapes I’m on the street they stay dubbing
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| Brick City riding, then 'bout it 'bout it
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| Shoot up you town then we Bin Ladin hidin'
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| Meth, show’em where the luger kept
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| Open your safe, show me where the food and vest
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| I hope when Dre hear this, he give a beat for ten more
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| Cause I stay on the corner like squegeemen
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| Yo Nate Dogg, what’s happening y’all
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| Long Beach, Brick City
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| Scream at your frog
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| Everybody shaking
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| All these hoes around me
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| She was lost in the land of love
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| Glad that Nate Dogg found me
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| Girl you got a phatty
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| New York back to Cali
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| You know who got the bomb weed
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| Long Beach to Brick City
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| I know just want you want, I got just want you need
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| Turn that sh*t around, and back it up on me
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| Since I was the first, I guess I’ll be the last to leave
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| D-O-double-G, will you keep it gangsta please
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| I gots to do it
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| Yes Yes loc', we keep the best smoke
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| Me and my nig*a, my nerve, my kinfolk
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| I kick a b*tch in the *and then smoke
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| I’m a motherf*cking fool in the pool doing the breaststroke
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| You want a problem, then lets go
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| Cause if not I came to disco
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| And freak this ho from Acopoqo
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| And flip her inside out, now I’m bout to ride
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| Let’s go we hit the hood slow
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| Post up, set up shop and press four
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| Who got the best flow, who got the most dough
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| Who got the best hoes, nig*a you know
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| Sh*t its been ten years since I hit some cess smoke
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| But I still rock a mean coat on the West Coast
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| In the summertime
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| And I crumble mine down to the dandelion
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| Nigga watch how I handle mine
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| Spiritual, hear we go, hear this
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| Snoop D-O-double-G, man I’m so fearless
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| Square biz, you know what time it is
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| I’m cool on these nig*as but I’m hard on a b*tch
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| Now check dis, fact is
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| Put your back out, now back in
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| Go head wiggle it round you feeling me now
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| Girlfriend, you killing them now
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| The way you shake your booty
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| It makes me want your booty
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| The way you shake your booty
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| Sure looks good to me
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| Sure looks good to me |